Admist the morning haze,
Street lamp glittering across.
Cutting through the cold breeze
Touching floating feather, a natures’ toss.
Underneath the morning dew,
Slithery and slippery green grass,
Shines like a magician’s crystal ball
Whispering in angel’s ears with muted bass.
Sun appears from no where
Spurting straight out of horizon,
Spitting the reds and oranges across
The light blue and dull white and crimson
And there appears the angel’s wing
Which our normal, blinded eyes can’t see.
But we can feel it through our other senses
I felt it, I am happy, I am calm with my morning tea.
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